I'm at a crosscroad.
After years of blogging, it seems that I am really about to accomplish something out of it.
Do I really want it?
Admittedly, just being included in such a list brings me into a state of euphoria. And I haven't even won yet!
This 'influential blogger' thing is really getting into my system. I want it. I know I do.
But part of me says, "Are you ready?" Then there's the more familiar side which says, "There you go again expecting. Do you really think you can win?!"
This thing won't be handed down to me on a silver platter. No, it won't. It requires efforts. Lots of work.
And that, I'm founding out early on.
Already, it has taken a lot from me. I'm so focus in the contest that I tend to drift from my online work which I need badly. And I have never been so conscious of my posts! "Will this be a hit?", "Will they comment on this one?", "Will it earn me another nomination?". "Is this clever enough to solicit a nod?"
And I'm not even talking about the grammar yet!
Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm really taking this thing too seriously.
That's how bad I want this thing. The 'only' thing that can give me an affirmation that I have existed in this chosen endeavor that I'm in.
Am I ready?
The WOOF Contest winners for the week-ending May 15 has been picked.
The poem I wrote for my wife was lucky enough to pass the peer's standards.
Here's the complete list.
WOOF Contest – Top Picks
Poetry
Webbielady – “If I Am God...” - What if I'm given the seat as the God of this universe just for a few hours or a day or a couple of days? A crazy though, a weird poem came out of it...
Jena Isle – “Poems of Adieu and Hello” - What would be more indelible in one's memory, is it saying adieu or hello?
Albert Ashok – “Concerning my land” - Concerning my land- is a concern for my country and the well-being of all concerned with my country.
Dragon Blogger – “A Mother's Love” - A tribute to Mother's everywhere.
Roy – “Don't Ask Me Why” - A poem I wrote for my wife in 1999.
Christable Anon – “The Third Day of May” - How would you address your pain to some deaf wounds?
Zorlone – “Simply A Mother” - The joys of motherhood cannot be expressed in a single poem. But this one tries to have a glimpse of the beauty of such a devoted and unselfish love.
Jennifer M Scott – “Birthday” - 2 months to the day is my birthday and I will be 29 I guess getting older is bothering me some since it seems like I am writing a lot about getting older and losing childhood completely.
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(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the May 15, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends May 22. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.
Other WOOF Contestants for 05/15/09Don't ask me why I love you,
I just do.
I love you not because you
love me back
I just do
Although I may not say it,
Sometimes It may not show,
But believe me,
I do
I love you not for the caring
Nor the thoughtfullness you've shown,
Not for being there
At times when I'm low!
Not for taking care of my children,
Not for making me a home
and not for being patient
of all my imperfections.
Please don't ask me for reasons
'cause I don't need them at all
Because loving you is itself the reason
And nothing else matters anymore
So don't ask me why I love you,
Because I do.
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a poem i wrote for my wife in 1999
Happy Mother's Day Mama!
What’s so special about birthdays? Aside from adding one more year to your age, what significance does it really brings?
When you have nothing to prove that all those years of your existence in this planet was something worthwhile, then a birthday means absolutely nothing.
Some people would have a house perhaps to show that they are really working hard… some people commands respect because others have seen that they are so deserving of this… some people developed an enterprise, one that will be their legacy to their children…
…and then, there are some who can leave only nothing but footprints… footprints that gets easily erased and washed away even by the smallest waves. And when that happens, there won’t be any proof of existence of those footprints nor the man who left them.
it matters not…
how many birthdays he had…
how many times he cried…
how loud his laughter was…
how badly bruised he was…
neither here nor there… a candle that couldn’t keep its light… an age that didn’t come with wisdom…
ahhh…. birthday! Others rejoice in it, thankful for the day to come… while others wouldn’t really give a damn.
Is it really significant?
It depends… on who you are… where you are… and how you are…
Birthday? Big deal!
Rain falling… dark skies… gloomy weather…
should it follow that heart be filled with anxiety?
I am…
I can’t tell why…
I don’t know why…
I love the rain… I love the showers…
Maybe that’s it!
I better go out there
drown the unexplained anxiety that I’m feeling now
with the very same cause that brought it
so then…
